Guy certainly knew how to handle these situations, because he whispered:
“Marry me. What do you say?"
I gasped, after my mind surpressed the awareness of butterflies.
Outside, the gnomes shouted Dwarvish curse words and I heard a horse colliding with my laundry.
Sir Guy gazed boringly at the kitchen window.
"I have a big horse. It eats a lot of apples."
By now, the gnomes ran in various directions through my garden, while Sir Guy´s horse kicked something.
I closed my eyes, ready for impact.
Apparently, Guy ignored my kissing offer, because he whispered in my ear again.
"I am a man of power and possession. Many wenches adore me. If you can name my secrets, I'll let you get a hold of Little Guy."
Immediately I blurted out all his secrets. Normally I would never do that. I would tell them in my sleep.
"Have to lay down somewhere."
I slightly panicked, so he calmed me by taking something out.
At that point the gnomes entered my kitchen.
"Uhm, we just caught a horse".
Their faces dropped and they all fell over each other.
The gnomes looked disapprovingly.
The gnomes climbed on my kitchen sink to beat Sir Guy. My peaceful kitchen then became the scene of a rage, like the Eagles on my roof had predicted 500 years ago.
Poor Guy crawled under the table.
"It´s not what you think!" Guy trembled, yet saving my reputation.
“Let him”, I said and crawled under the table too to get my hands on it.
"Forgive me, I forgot to take my bath", Sir Guy mumbled, somewhat shy.
"Awww, how cute!", I cheered, "It's a Little Guy."
"It comes in it's own wrappings", he smirked.
“I thought you would never think of me forever”, said Guy, slightly blushing.
The gnomes were not pleased.
Guy used this moment to sneak out from under the kitchen table.
“Write me", I called after him.
Especially, since his horse took some of my underpants.